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I can't help my feelings
I'll go out of my mind
These players come to get me
'Cause they'd like my behind
I can't love my business
If I can't get a trick
Down on Santa Monica
Where tricks are for kids
Oh
come on and kick me
Oh
come on and kick me
Come on and kick me
You've got your problems
I've got my as* wide
You've got your big G's
I've got my hash pipe
Uh
I can't help my boogies
They get out of control
I know that you don't care
But I want you to know
The knee-stocking flavour
Is a favourite treat
Of men that don't bother
With the taste of a teat
Oh
come on and kick me
Oh
come on and kick me
Come on and kick me
You've got your problems
I've got my as* wide
You've got your big G's
I've got my hash pipe
I've got my hash pipe
Uh
Oh
come on and kick me
Oh
come on and kick me
Come on and kick me
You've got your problems
I've got my as* wide
You've got your big G's
I've got my hash pipe
I've got my hash pipe
I've got my hash pipe
I've got my hash pipe
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